I am sitting here at the hospital...looking at my new little baby boy. So peaceful.
But I am getting really sick of this small room...
and why does my bed digitally reveal to me how much I weigh when I lay down in it? Is that really necessary? Especially with the beds in the post partum wing...
on the upside or the downside (however you look at it) the food here is surprisingly good.
Kenzie loves her new little brother- wants to hold him ALL THE TIME.
Ju Ju...not so much. Her words last night as I was feeding him, "I don't like baby, let's throw him in the garbage"
She needs a lot of extra love and attention right now. Oh my Ju Ju.
Still no name for the baby...getting there...
I just witnessed a circumcision. That was so interesting. Rubbed his head and gave him sugar water- Poor little guy. He did so well...considering the circumstances...circumcision circumstances...hmmm...now I am wondering what the root meaning of "circum" means...google?
I feel very blessed.
My boobs hurt.
But this little baby boy is something else I tell you. So beautiful. I can't believe he is ours. What a gift. What is he dreaming and thinking about all the time? He has already gained 2 oz.
I will post pictures when I get home.
Everything is going well...but I'm at the hospital still...and the baby goes to the nursery when I want to sleep...and I get room service with good meals- my sheets are changed daily...so I think life will really hit when I get home.
I can do this...I can do this.